The notice stayed on the bulletin-hoard until the next morning, when it was discovered and torn down by some indignant Fifth Formers.
“They think you did it,” Lawrence announced gleefully to Edward at dinner that day. “My, but they’re hot about it!”
“Why do they put it on me?” Edward asked.
“Oh, they’ve heard that it was you that got up the game, and they think this was just part of it.”
“I should think you’d better claim the credit that belongs to you,” Keating remarked dryly.
“I’m willing,” Lawrence laughed. “Spread it round if you want to. But I guess it’s too late. The Fifth Form are all saying Crashaw’s the freshest thing that ever came down the pike. They’re all going out to root for the Sixth in the game.”
“We’ll have to get the whole Fourth Form out then to back us up,” said Edward.
“The way the Fifth are feeling, there’s likely to be a riot.” Lawrence seemed to rejoice at the prospect.
